Stereo. Type. Before they lock you in a stereotype speak words so deep they’re like burial rights write lines that unite every side of the fight so when you speak all they get is your STEREO. TYPE. See I don’t care about your lyrics I mostly care about your spirit our words are just...

A Letter To My Daughter You are the sound of a birds wings unfurling the twitching of feathers hovering above the shadows Shimmering light reflecting off the waves in the bay of hope And when you are born and you grow up I will have to bring to you a warning There will be men who bring...

Yiayia (Grandmother) My Grandmother grew up between two wars in Greece lost her brother Christo to the Germans and named my mother Christina after him Rare for a Greek woman she had a divorce at fifty and has lived for thirty years by herself with his photos still in the spare room she is a...

What Will Become Of Us? We ask ourselves this question in the midst of this mess as our loneliness lowers our standards and we start to search for answers in the cynical speeches of political ventriloquists spewing out their old falsified syllabus blaming anyone but themselves from their own...

Amber Lights The boys at school and I disappeared between classes passed tobacco between our hands like water at the well smoke signals provided translation between multi-coloured kids wagging in a vacant lot We met there between family and school felt most at home in the no-man's land where...

May Your Pen Grace The Page May your pen grace the page at the same pace as your brain may your grey matter from now on no longer be grey may you mean every word that you say and may writing your lines be the way that you pray Get up step up never let up get your setup set up get recording...